To Be With Space...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when we talk about eve
we cannot be remember a rib

it seems then that anything
is always taken from something

nothing comes from nothing
i've been telling you that

even when we split, or when
nothingness comes again

back to zero, where did this
come from? from a destruction

of what we have constructed,
together, when one leaves and

when one decides to stay and
remain strong, when one realizes

finally that the source of strength
is that leaving, that point when

no flower is seen in a garden,
when what the vase holds is

only stagnant water with
wriggling mosquitoes which too

wants to get out from this pool
of usual loneliness that life

had always been giving, and then
in that emptiness the air sings

like a whistling pot, blowing
with all strength the message of


freedom and what is this freedom?
to be with space and just be nothing.